The snow piled outside the Ice Soul Cave fluttered down in the sunlight. As Lin Zhaoyue followed Ye Fan toward the practice room, the thin ice occasionally crunched beneath their boot soles with a crisp sound, causing her to involuntarily shrink her neck.
She stole a glance at Ye Fan beside her. His dark outer robe fluttered at the hem in the wind, revealing the moon-white inner garment beneath. The tips of his hair still carried the chill of the Ice Soul Cave, yet his stride was as steady as a mountain, as if he could suppress all wind and snow.
"Just now when the elder was picking up the medicine chest, did you see—" Lin Zhaoyue began, but bit her lip. The dark shadow beneath the cold spring churned in her heart, and in the end, she left it unsaid.
Chapter 170